Dante stood on top of the edge of a building. The late night breeze playing through his hair. The chaos erupting on the streets underneath caused a self satisfied smile to break his cold expression. He was the overseer of his own work. It wasn’t until he heard the footsteps of someone else coming from behind. As he turned his head, his smile only grew as he saw his rival. They stood before him, looking as radiant as ever. A chuckle escaped him.

“My, my.. You found me so quickly. I’m proud.”